When Mom and Dad sat my brother and I down and said Dad is moving out and won't be living with us anymore...I ran to my room and cried into my pillow for what felt like hours but I'm sure wasn't. I was ten years old and suddenly felt like the very earth under me was no longer guaranteed to stay there. I stopped using my imagination that day and didn't for a long time. Several years later I was riding my bike on a summer's day, the breeze was warm in my face all the trees were newly minted in a green canopy over the sidewalk as I pedaled down the street and I was overcome with the peace and beauty all around me. I think that is the moment I let myself start to imagine again.
Is this what you were working on during co-working today? And secret rooms: Since I was young, I've had several dreams where I find a "secret room" in our house and think...WHY HAVE WE NOT BEEN USING THIS AMAZING ROOM? Then I wake up and I'm in my normal house again, without a cool extra room. In several of these instances, we've moved to a new house in the weeks to follow, so I'm always alert to this possibility whenever I dream this dream. HA!
And yeah, I dream secret rooms all the time. Usually they’re in this dream combination of my two sets of grandparents’ houses. I also used to have lots of dreams of being chased, and usually I manage to find a secret storey above the top floor of whatever building I’ve run into to get away.
When Mom and Dad sat my brother and I down and said Dad is moving out and won't be living with us anymore...I ran to my room and cried into my pillow for what felt like hours but I'm sure wasn't. I was ten years old and suddenly felt like the very earth under me was no longer guaranteed to stay there. I stopped using my imagination that day and didn't for a long time. Several years later I was riding my bike on a summer's day, the breeze was warm in my face all the trees were newly minted in a green canopy over the sidewalk as I pedaled down the street and I was overcome with the peace and beauty all around me. I think that is the moment I let myself start to imagine again.
Wow. This is a poignant story. Thanks for sharing it here, John.
Is this what you were working on during co-working today? And secret rooms: Since I was young, I've had several dreams where I find a "secret room" in our house and think...WHY HAVE WE NOT BEEN USING THIS AMAZING ROOM? Then I wake up and I'm in my normal house again, without a cool extra room. In several of these instances, we've moved to a new house in the weeks to follow, so I'm always alert to this possibility whenever I dream this dream. HA!
It is!
And yeah, I dream secret rooms all the time. Usually they’re in this dream combination of my two sets of grandparents’ houses. I also used to have lots of dreams of being chased, and usually I manage to find a secret storey above the top floor of whatever building I’ve run into to get away.